Chapter 19
nineteen
The Merciless
“Of course I did,” Father Salvatore says, not even having the decency to look ashamed. In fact, he looks a little annoyed by my outburst. “It was mine to take.”
“It was mine,” I retort, angrily wiping away my tears.
“I’m your Master,” he says, his voice softening as he climbs off the gory desk. “Your shepherd. Am I not?”
“Yes, but…” A fresh wave of tears fills my eyes as the sense of betrayal pierces my heart again.
“I was gentle,” he insists. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“But you did hurt me,” I cry. “How could you do that to me?”
“You weren’t accepting that your body is made for this,” he says. “That there’s no shame in it. I had to show you.”
“You violated me!”
“I taught you not to be ashamed,” he says. “You said so yourself. I taught you to give yourself to a man completely, that it’s not wrong.”
“It is wrong! What you did to me is wrong!”
He steps closer, backing me against the desk.
One hand grips the front of my throat, and my pulse races as he skims his other hand up my thigh, still slick with my arousal.
His eyes hold me pinned even as my chest heaves with my hitching breaths.
My traitorous thighs part, and my hips rock forward, seeking the pleasure he can give me.
Holding my gaze, a smirk playing over his lips, he pushes two fingers deep inside me.
“Does this feel wrong?”
“No, but—”
He curls his fingers inside me, and my back bows as pleasure ripples through me, tearing a cry of ecstasy from my lips as I writhe in his grip. My hands clench the edge of the desk, and my hips rock back and forward, seeking friction. Triumph lights his eyes as I fuck his fingers.
“Because it’s not wrong,” he says. “We are one flesh. Your body is my body. Mine to do with as I please.”
“You betrayed me,” I gasp out, trying to hold onto my anger even as my legs begin to shake and spasm when he continues stroking the spot inside me with relentless, merciless strokes.
“I’m your god,” he says. “What I deem as necessary cannot be wrong. Now cum on my fingers like an obedient little lamb if you want to remain a disciple of your god.”
He slides his fingers out, leaving me empty.
“No,” I cry, grasping for his hand, dragging it back between my thighs. “Don’t stop. Father God, fuck me with whatever will fit.”
He drives three fingers deep inside me, and I quake with relief. He draws back, then squeezes his fourth finger against my entrance.
“Oh god, Father,” I cry. “It’s too much.”
“Relax,” he commands, stroking my trembling belly with his free hand. “It’ll fit.”
“It won’t,” I cry as I feel them stretching me painfully.
“I’ll make it fit,” he says, and I feel his fingers sink in fully. His knuckles stop him from going further, and I writhe under him, my hips pumping up and down instinctively, seeking the bliss my body knows he can give me.
“Yes, Father,” I gasp out. “Stretch me for your cock.”
“I am your god now,” he says. “I absolve you. You can have anything you desire, lamb, and it’s not wrong. Confess your desires. If nothing was a sin, what would you want?”
“I’d want you inside me,” I gasp out, my willpower breaking and a flood of depravity tearing from my lips.
“I’d want you to fuck me, to destroy the last shred of innocence and rip me open, while my brother took my ass so roughly I begged for mercy.
But I wouldn’t want mercy. I’d want him to hurt me, to make me cry and bleed while he took only his pleasure and came inside me there, at the same time you forced me to cum for you like you did in the tunnels.
And then when I was sobbing with shame for loving it so much, I’d want you to cum inside me, deep and raw, with nothing between us, so I can feel the grimy liquid running down my bruised thighs when I limp home later. ”
I don’t know where the words come from, when the fantasy appeared, when I became so bold and shameless as to utter the words aloud. I only know that once I say them, I don’t want to take them back. I want them to come true.
I’m sobbing and shaking for relief, almost there, when the door opens. The curtain sways, and the rain beating down outside suddenly sounds louder. Heath stares at us a second, and then a smile curls his lips as he steps inside, Angel on his heal.
“About fucking time,” Angel says, pulling the door closed.
“Which one of you did that?” Heath asks, nodding to the body on the floor and the blood dripping off the edge of the desk.
“I did,” Father Salvatore snaps. “And I’d do it again. Now come and fuck this lamb and get her ready for me.”
“What?” I gasp out, my gaze flying to the priest.
“Am I still your god?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Then obey me, my lamb,” he says. “I will only order you to do what you want to do. And right now, you want all four of us to become one with you.”
“Yes, Father.”
He steps away, baring my drenched flesh to the other two men. “Show them how good you can take them,” he orders. “One after the other.”
“I’ll get Saint,” Angel says, pulling out his phone.
Heath swallows, stepping forward. “We set them all free,” he says. “I called the mainland and found boats to take them all back. Saint’s calling the media and the police.”
“Why would you do that?” I ask.
“Because it’s what she would have wanted.”
“Heath,” I say, my throat tightening. I open my legs, and he comes to me.
He kisses me gently, his piercing hard against the soft flesh of my lower lip.
I undo his zipper and slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock.
I stroke the piercing in the tip until he’s hard, then push down his jeans and pull him in.
He fucks me hard and fast, like he always does.
My ass slides in the blood on the desk, but I cling to his neck, holding on for dear life as he stands between my thighs, pistoning in and out.
Saint steps into the shadowy office a minute later.
Our eyes meet over Heath’s shoulder, and I remember how cruel he was before, saying how seeing his friends fuck me drove him crazy with jealousy.
Now he hurries over, like he can’t wait to see it.
Heath drives into me harder, the candelabra rocking so hard it nearly tips over.
“Want her ass?” Heath pants out, gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise, his thrusts erratic.
“The slut would probably like that,” Saint agrees, pulling out his cock and stroking along its length in slow, lazy tugs.
“No,” Father Salvatore says. “Stretch her cunt until she can take me.”
Heath drops his head back and roars as his back arches and orgasm shudders through him, his cock expanding as he spurts cum into my depths.
He’s barely finished before Saint drags him backwards, spins me around, slams me facedown on the desk, and rams his cock to the hilt inside me.
I recoil in horror as my hands skid in the doctor’s blood.
But then I think of what Father Salvatore did to him, of seeing him go savage for me, and my walls drench Saint in one pulse of arousal.
He kicks my feet apart and drives into me so hard I crash into the desk, crying out in pain as the unforgiving wooden edge bites into my hipbones.
“You like it rough, don’t you, little sister?” Saint demands, fisting my hair and pulling my head back as he drives into me again. “You want us to run a train on you until you’re streaming with cum.”
“Yes,” I cry, arching my back and raising my ass shamelessly. “Please, Saint. Cum inside me.”
“Call me big brother.”
“Big brother,” I choke out.
“Very good,” Father Salvatore murmurs, taking my hand and holding it gently while Saint pummels me against the desk. “Open yourself for your brother’s cock. Let him give you his release.”
“God, yes,” I moan. “Wreck me, big brother.”
“Then make it tight for me,” he says, gliding in and out in the slickness of Heath’s cum and my own desire for him. “You’re loose as a whore.”
I squeeze my legs together and my eyes closed, a tear leaking out even as my body flushes with heat as he continues to call me names, slapping my thighs and demanding I tense up for him.
The more humiliated I am, the wetter I get, and when he finally finishes inside me, it feels so good that I climax with him, my walls milking every drop of his creamy cum into my core as I choke on a sob.
He pulls out, and Father Salvatore reaches down to spread me open, showing them the mess they’ve made of me.
“Look at what an obedient little lamb she is,” he says. “Ready to be filled with our sacred seed. Aren’t you, Mercy?”
“Yes, Father,” I say, writhing against his fingers. “I’m ready for you.”
“Almost,” he says. “Don’t you want to show Angel what a devil you are?”
“Yes,” I cry out, ready to say anything. Now that I’ve unlocked this part of me, I can’t get enough. It’s as if I’m making up for all the years of shame and frigidity now.
“You like knowing you have power over us, don’t you?” Father asks. “That he’d go down on his knees and suck your brother’s cum out of your cunt for a taste of you.”
“Yes,” I admit, my cheeks burning hotter.
“You love fucking all three of us, don’t you?” Saint taunts. “Knowing we’re so obsessed with you that we can’t let you go, even when we all know you’re a whore who wants us to take turns with you. But it’s not enough. You want the Master to rip you in two.”
His words hit home because they’re true.
Tears drip down my cheeks as I hang my head.
But it’s not in shame. Though my cheeks burn with embarrassment, my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been.
I love the dirty, degrading things they say and do to me.
But even when I’m on my knees, when I’m sobbing with the hurt of hearing them speak the truth of my wantonness, I know that the other part is true too.
I do have power over them. So much power that they all want me, even though I’m with all of them and they have to share me.